I'm pretty sure Evan talks as much at night as the average person does during the day. At 1:00 AM, he had a crisis because the soap dispenser was empty and I'm pretty sure he was telling me I needed to fix this, but I can't be sure. I managed to get enough soap out to convince Evan that he could wash his hands and go back to bed and no I was not going to snuggle with him. Whew.
So I'm doing my morning hair/makeup routine this morning and Evan comes in to chat as I have little dots of foundation all over my face.
"Mommy, you're putting that on so you feel nice?"
"Yeah buddy" (getting a nice warm fuzzy at him being so sweet)
"It smells funny"
And the warm fuzzy moment is over.